The time comes again to rise one and all.
To grab torch and pitchfork,To protect door and hall.
A leader cries out and the people do rush,
To the ruler they all admire and trust.
They fight for their home and their land willingly.
As the leader sits at home comfortabely.
Not all people fight. Some look on sadly,
As the majority battles the enemy madly.
This war,like all others has no beginning or end.
Just many lives wasted and too much time spent,
Defending a dictators own foolish pride.
A soldiers children cry in bed at night.
Some fight to their death and some wave their fists.
But with many homes broken, the point is still missed.